If I thought the man was good with his mouth, he was a genius with his hips. Evan pulled out slowly before slamming back into me. I cried out helplessly as he repeated the movement again and again. His thrusts became harder and harder, then faster and faster. He held onto my hips and jackhammered my body. The fire had spread throughout my limbs; the heat and the flames licking through my belly and down my thighs. I was so close.
Evan reached between my legs and his nimble fingers flicked against my nub. I cried out my climax; my back arching even as Evan continued to pound in and out of my body. He removed his hand from my engorged clit and held my hips as he pumped. Suddenly he thrust deeply and held his hips still as he poured into me. His heart pounded against mine and I looked up into his eyes, surprised at the tremor of emotion that I could not name.
His arms trembled as he held his weight off my body and he groaned as I pulsed around him before he slowly pulled out. He lay on his back and pulled me over him. He kissed my lips hard as he cupped my ass in one hand.
“Next time, we’re doing this right,” he promised.
I raised my head, sleepily. “It can’t get much better than that,” I mumbled.
Evan kissed the top of my head. “Oh, you just wait and see.”
I sighed as his hand stroked my head. I could feel him stirring again. I raised my head. “Impossible.” Even demons in hell didn’t get it up that quickly.
He looked at me and laughed, “Apparently not.” He removed the condom and donned a fresh one. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll do all the work.” He lifted me and set me on his shaft, impaling me with his length.
I moaned as he filled me. Sleep vanished as his hands reached up to cup my hips. He trembled inside me and I took that moment to clench my muscles.
“Oh damn, Helena!” he groaned. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his teeth ground together.
I locked my thighs around his hips, and clenched my muscles again. Let him do all the work. I snorted as I watched this beautiful man buck beneath me. Yeah right.
I started to move.
~*~
Chapter 6 – Double Trouble
The heavy arm held me down and prevented me from escaping. I sighed, stretched, and giggled as, even in sleep, Evan’s hand curled around my breast. I followed the curve of his fingers with my eyes; the long digits grasping my breast possessively. His muscular leg was thrown over mine and I greedily ran my eyes over his legs, to his thighs and finally his glorious ass. He was magnificent.
I thought back to the night before and grinned even wider. The things I had done to him were probably illegal in this world, but what he’d done to me in return was downright sinful. I felt happy. Sated, sore and tired. But happy. Not a feeling I was used to. Fulfilled, yes, but this giddiness I was feeling was…indescribable. His chest lay against mine, one dusky nipple exposed and I resisted the urge to pinch it. I was becoming a sadist! But he was so pinchable. And biteable. And lickable. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. I could not take much more than this.
I felt the fingers on my breast flex and opened my eyes. Sure enough, his baby blues met mine sleepily.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” I replied with a smile curving my lips.
“Sleep well?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
I narrowed my eyes at him and looked up at the ceiling. “Not as well as I had hoped,” I answered playfully. “Had a weird dream. There was this really hot guy and he kept doing stuff to me. Couldn’t really hit that REM sleep.”
He shifted his hand. “Hot guy, huh?” He licked the side of my breast and I bit the inside of my lip to stop my moan. My traitorous nipple hardened and he chuckled. He licked the tip slowly and then blew on my sensitized flesh. He shifted and his other hand slowly moved down my stomach, stopping a hair’s breath away from my clit.
“So what did this hot guy do?”
Before I could answer, Evan’s mouth covered my breast. Whatever I had been about to say vanished from my thoughts. The only thing I was focused on was his hot mouth ravishing my tender nipple. The muscles in my stomach clenched and I shuddered as a moan escaped my mouth. His other hand slipped between my legs, his fingers tracing along my slit as he stroked up and down slowly.
“You didn’t answer me, Helena. What did this hot guy do? Was it better than this?” He slipped a finger into my heat and I felt the world stop, just for a second. He teased my nipple with his mouth, playfully biting and nibbling. Tension built up in my body and in minutes I had exploded, climaxing over his fingers. He raised his head and moved his soaked fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.
I blushed. I wasn’t shy, I was a demon after all, but damn, this man made me feel things that I did not want to feel. Well, I did want to feel them. It was a part of the plan. But was I supposed to feel them this intently. This was torture.
It was more than simply sex. I was no stranger to slaking my carnal urges, but the feelings which threatened to overwhelm me when Evan touched me were new. One moment, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe if he didn’t touch me and the next I felt I would go crazy if he continued to. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried to distract myself.
“My turn,” I told him, rolling him over onto his back. I ran my hands over his strong chest. The short blonde hairs that covered his body slipped through my fingers and I leaned forward to kiss his neck. His pulse hammered and I licked his throat which tasted of sweat…and him. My hands found his nipples and I pinched, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.
To soothe my vicious act, I leaned into him and licked the glorious nubs, scraping them gently with my teeth and rolling them around on my tongue. I kissed my way down his stomach and reached his shaft. Long and golden, it stood up proudly. I eyed it closely, marveling at how well it had been used last night.
I ran my fingers lightly over the tip and licked the drops of fluid that clung to my fingers. Evan inhaled as I leaned over his shaft, my breath tickling his sensitive head. I leaned closer and opened my mouth. Just I as was about to engulf the plump head, I changed course and licked the sac nestled at the base. He jerked and I smiled. Payback, I thought.
I caressed the sac with one hand and licked it clean before heading back up and swallowing his thick shaft whole. His body bucked beneath me as I covered his entire length. I was not sweet or gentle. I slurped, sucked, licked and spit. Finally when Evan was gasping beneath my mouth and bucking like a wild horse, I sat on his length.
He flipped me over and pulled me to my hands and knees, his shaft never leaving my heat. He gripped my hips hard and pulled me back onto his shaft, ramming his length into me so forcefully that I gasped as he entered me. He leaned over me, his breath harsh in my ears as he hammered into me and roughly grabbed my breasts.
“Fuck Helena,” he groaned. “This is so fucking good.”
I could only nod my head in agreement. He pounded me so hard and fast that I could not form words. All I could do was feel. The sensation threatened to overtake me and I opened my mouth to tell him…something…and was surprised at the loud moan. Evan cursed and moved even faster, his hips slapping into mine with a rhythm as old as time. The smell of sex and Evan permeated the room and my insides start to spiral out of control.
He moved his hands from my breast and one reached between my legs to tickle my clit. I did not—could not—hold back. My muscles clamped down on him and milked him as I climaxed again. He shuddered and thrust wildly into me before he came with a loud groan. He poured into me and my muscles sucked every drop from him until he collapsed over me.
“Shit. I am so sorry Helena.”
I turned my head to look at him, puzzled. “For what?”
He ran a hand over his face, contrite. “For not protecting you. For taking you so roughly.” He rolled over onto his back, his face worried.
“Hey,” I touched his cheek lightly. “It was rough, but it was amazing. I liked it. In fact, I think I like it anyway you give it. And in terms of protection? I’m safe and I got it
covered.” I smiled at him reassuringly.
He reached up and tucked one of my curls behind my ear, his blue eyes drowsy. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Tugging at my arms, he pulled me and I fell against him. His heart hammered in his chest, the rhythm soothing. Seconds later, his arms wrapped tightly around me, he fell asleep.
*
The next time I woke, it was to the smell of pizza. I rolled out of Evan’s bed and wrapped the sheet around me, somehow almost self-conscious about my body. I tip-toed to the bathroom, located a bottle of mouthwash, quickly rinsed my mouth and grimaced as I saw my hair. I looked like a damn Raggedy Ann doll. My curls were a mess; flattened in some places, tangled all over and altogether looking like someone who had gotten lost in a jungle somewhere or had spent all night and half the morning making love.
I walked into the living room as Evan set the pizza out on two plates. He poured a couple glasses of wine and looked up as I walked into the room wrapped in the sheet. His eyes darkened as he gazed at me and he cleared his throat before indicating the food. “I was just about to wake you.”
I walked over to him and grinned. “Pizza and wine for breakfast. I like.”
He looked at me for a moment longer as if wrestling with a question. Suddenly he reached over and dragged me into his arms. His mouth covered mine hotly and I tasted the mint of his mouth as his tongue pushed past my lips. My head whirled as he kissed me and desire flared in my belly. He broke the kiss and held me away from him. The sheet had slipped and my breasts were dangerously close to being exposed. He took a steadying breath and shook his head as if to clear it.
“I promised myself that I would let you eat, but damn it, I want you again.” He leaned his head against mine and smiled. “I can’t help myself, Helena,” he said, before he kissed me lightly.
I splayed my hands on his chest. “Evan. Food.”
He laughed. “Yeah, food. But just so we’re clear,” he winked as he sat down, “I like to eat you.”
*
I donned my sundress and ballet flats and peeked into the hall. Evan laughed behind me and I turned around and glared at him.
He kissed me quickly. “You do know that it’s only me, you and Bri on this floor, right?”
I narrowed my eyes and he swatted my ass. “Yes, I know, but that doesn’t make it any of her business.”
I peeked back outside and gauged the distance between his door and mine. Technically, my front door was across from Bri’s, so that made things a bit trickier. I looked back at Bri’s door and throwing caution to the wind I ran to my condo. As I punched in the key code, the door opened. I hesitated, the hair on the back of my neck tingling.
Did I leave my door unlocked? Did I not close it last night? As long as I closed the door it would automatically lock, but this wasn’t the case. I pushed the door open and went inside. Nothing seemed out of place or missing. Luc’s plasma TV was still on the wall, the appliances were still in the kitchen. I walked into the bedroom, my purse was still sitting on the bed; wallet and credit cards still inside.
I shrugged and took off my clothes. As much as I loathed rinsing the smell of Evan from my skin, I needed a shower and I needed to brush my teeth. I took a quick shower and washed my hair again, wrapping the long red curls in a towel. I pulled on another sundress and a pair of low sandals. Snapping my fingers, I removed the towel, surprised that my hair was only half dry. Then I remembered the glass of wine at lunch. I was so sex addled that I had drunk alcohol, again. Damn! At least I wasn’t drunk this time, but my powers weren’t as accurate as they normally were.
The hair on my nape tingled again as I walked back into the living room. Something was definitely wrong. I moved into the kitchen and almost tripped over Orthus’ water dish. I looked around in alarm. Where was Orthus? I quickly checked his bedroom and the bathroom before I ran out to the balcony where he loved to bask in the sun. He was not there. My heart beat out an unfamiliar rhythm. It took a moment, but I recognized it as fear. I ran back into the living room and sank onto the couch. Shit. While I was getting pounded by Evan, somehow Orthus had gone missing. That was not good.
I picked up my phone and called Evan. He answered on the first ring.
“Orthus is missing!” I said in a panic before he could say anything.
“Helena! Are you okay? I’ll be right over.” I heard his front door slam and I quickly moved to open mine. I fell into his arms.
“Orthus is missing!” I told him, tears threatening to spill down my face. I was too scared to think properly. Orthus needed to be around me. Not that I was overly fond of the little bastard, but he had started to grow on me. And there was an even greater reason for my panicked state.
I wasn’t sure how long Orthus had been gone, but if he was not around me, I was not able to control him. If I didn’t find him soon, my spell would weaken and he would regain his hellhound powers. That was not a good thing. Not only for me, but for whomever he was around. I hoped that he’d only walked out and was playing a trick on me. I really hoped that he had not been stolen.
“Did you leave your door unlocked?” Evan asked me.
I sniffled and shrugged. “I don’t remember last night, but I remember it was open when I got back from your place.”
He stopped. “Your door was open or unlocked?”
I thought back. “It was unlocked, but the door was definitely closed.” I closed my eyes in fear. Orthus was in little dog form. There was no way he would be able to close the door back if I had left it open. All the windows were closed as were the balcony doors, so there was no breeze to close any doors. Someone had broken into my apartment.
Evan nodded and confirmed my suspicions. “Helena, I think we should call the police. It sounds like someone broke in here.” He looked around. “Is anything else missing?”
I shook my head. “I checked already. Nothing is missing except my dog.”
Evan looked puzzled. “Why would anyone steal a dog and leave a TV and all these appliances?”
I thought the same thing. My purse had been on the bed. Luc’s TV was in plain sight. The only thing the thieves had taken was a hellhound trapped in the body of a Chihuahua. It made no sense. A thought popped into my head. “This building in pretty secure right?” I asked.
He nodded, “Usually.”
“And the only people with access to the floors are the ones that live here?” I pressed as the idea started to take shape.
Evan hesitated, “Helena, I don’t think anyone on this floor wanted your dog—.”
“Not just anyone,” I growled, “Bri.”
Evan held up a hand and grabbed me as I went to run past him. “Helena, relax.” He held me to him. “You don’t know that Bri has him.”
“Oh, I know,” I told him and thought, I could definitely find out. That jealous bitch had taken my dog and she was going to pay. I thought about simply letting Orthus wake up and handle her, but I knew that half the city would suffer if Orthus woke up upset.
Evan continued to hold me as I struggled against him. “Helena!” he said sharply. “Think! If Bri has him and you storm over there with no evidence, she can simply get rid of him and you will never find him.” He stroked my back as reason started to creep into my head. “We need to do this right. Call the police and file a report, then watch her. See what she does. Confronting her will do nothing but cause her to harm Orthus if she truly has him.”
I nodded and slipped out of his embrace. Oh hell, I was on the verge of having a panic attack. It was supposed to be easy. Stay here for a month, keep Orthus with me, and release him from the spell when we got back. Sometimes things never went according to plan. Right now, one of the original ‘weapons of mass destruction’ was hidden somewhere in Miami. Without me to calm him.
Evan slipped a hand beneath my hair and massaged my neck. “We’ll find him, don’t worry.”
I looked up at him. “I can’t help but worry. You don’t understand,” I growled helplessly. “He needs me and soon.�
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Evan looked at me. “Helena. I know he is your pet, but don’t worry. Animals can survive much better in the wild than we can.”
A hysterical laugh bubbled in me. Oh, Orthus could survive in the world. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was would the world be able to survive Orthus? “You don’t get it.”
“Is Orthus a special needs dog?” he asked seriously.
I thought about it. Does having the ability to destroy half of Miami count as ‘special needs’? “Yes,” I told Evan. “I have his medication and he needs to take it every twenty-four hours.”
Evan’s shoulders dropped. “Shit.”
I echoed his words silently. Shit.
We called the police. Four hours later—four hours—the officers arrived and took the report. I narrowed my eyes when one officer looked at me condescendingly as he learned that I wasn’t sure if I left my door unlocked. He started to say something about this, but changed his mind at the glare both Evan and I leveled on him. He closed his book, wrote a case number on a card and handed it to me.
“Use this as a reference number for the case when you call to check the status.”
I frowned. “When I call? Aren’t you supposed to keep me informed?”
The officer looked at me and shrugged. “Ma’am, this is a Miami and yours is a non-emergency case. Unfortunately, we are swamped with real cases like murder. I’m sure your dog will show up.” He walked away.
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